I don’t know who did it. All I know is that I was doing some checking on the spreadsheets then suddenly the phone rang. A voice pierced in through the dull disinfected air of my cubicle –hoarse, out of breath —
“He’s coming for us, John.”
“Slow down, Ben. Who—“
“He’s after me. There’s no stopping him. Oh my god! Fuck!”
Then he was gone. The line went dead.
I told Susie this after work. She was washing the dishes, a thoughtful look in her eyes.
“Who could it be?”
“I’ve got a theory.” I lit a cigarette.
“I think it’s one of us.”
She whirled around, her right eye flashing into a fiery amber liquid gold then quickly it subsided to its normal hue of earthy brown. She clutched the plate so hard it burst into tiny bits, piercing her skin. Droplets of crimson blood now dotted our immaculate kitchen floor.
“Don’t be so mad, babe.” I inhaled deeply, allowing that intoxicating air to enter my system. The stick’s glow matched the earlier color of her eye.
“How could you say that?” she hissed.
“We’ve been in hiding all these years. Nobody but those on the inside knows where we live.”
Suddenly, I tensed. In one fluid movement, I took out a gun from the drawer.
–to be continued?
© Kate Yu 2008. Not to be reproduced without permission of the author.
Photo by Encamcito
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